Serendipity? Or Serene Stupidity?
The son of the king
the Prince of Pidneres,
so-called because
he refused to look
in any mirror
fearing he might see
'imself as imperfect,
always looked to the right
when leaving his walls
to the left when he returned,
and missed one half of all his life
and might have missed his royal balls
had they not been upon the fence
of this half slow half fast existence.
He road his steed at half a trot
plop plop plop plop
instead
plop plop s l i d e
as he looked right
to just one side.
Stuck looking solely right,
he saw his castles walls,
knew every brick
but missed his awesome woods
knew not a stick
and saw the inching wormy things
all sizes, shapes, on his return,
and missed his forest, other side,
and watched slow inchers live and die
but none become a butterfly.
And on the shaggy nag SHE rode,
the Princess, just as blind, ya know,
never told him any choice
that mighta made the Prince rejoice.
The name upon his royal chest,
Prince of Pidneres he recalled
misspelled likewise on shield and crest
(for which he should have been appalled)
and had he looked through mirror's gaze
instead of just his oneward ways
left only silence on his lip
this was his kingdom, Serendip
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 08:03
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Prince of Pidneres
The son of the king
the Prince of Pidneres,
so-called because
he refused to look
in any mirror
fearing he might see
'imself as imperfect,
always looked to the right
when leaving his walls
to the left when he returned,
and missed one half of all his life
and might have missed his royal balls
had they not been upon the fence
of this half slow half fast existence.
He road his steed at half a trot
plop plop plop plop
instead
plop plop s l i d e
as he looked right
to just one side.
Stuck looking solely right,
he saw his castles walls,
knew every brick
but missed his awesome woods
knew not a stick
and saw the inching wormy things
all sizes, shapes, on his return,
and missed his forest, other side,
and watched slow inchers live and die
but none become a butterfly.
And on the shaggy nag SHE rode,
the Princess, just as blind, ya know,
never told him any choice
that mighta made the Prince rejoice.
The name upon his royal chest,
Prince of Pidneres he recalled
misspelled likewise on shield and crest
(for which he should have been appalled)
and had he looked through mirror's gaze
instead of just his oneward ways
left only silence on his lip
this was his kingdom, Serendip
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
Read 537 times
Written on 2007-03-17 at 08:03
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